• Tears crawl down the windowpanes
    It must be that time of year again
    When our speck of globe turns brown and white
    Frosted buildings overnight,
    The time when all seems quiet and sharp
    The air tastes different; everyone carps
    And rebels against change as humans do,
    Despite their children loving You,
    As the Earth tilts on axis to the sun,
    And Demeter weeps for worlds undone--
    The fallen leaves, crunch and shiver
    Nearly time for Days of Givers,
    And blessed Stars shine in the sky
    As Orion flees the Scorpion’s eye
    And the snowflakes swirling gallop by
    Onward, they say, December.